Chapter 28
On Saturday evening, I went home quickly after work to change. There was so much to do at the hotel that I thought I was going to have to spend the night there. It was finally Brigitte, who was on call for the evening, who had convinced me to leave to have fun, with the promise to call me at the slightest problem. I took the quickest shower ever, and as I tried to dry my hair while applying foundation—don’t try, it’s not doable—there was a knock. Victor was supposed to pick me up, but I glanced at the clock, which told me it wasn’t time yet. Yet it was indeed my neighbour on the doormat. “Why are you here already?” I panicked. “I’ve been hearing noises through the wall, I was afraid that you were fighting with someone.” “If you agree that a hairdryer can be someone, then yes. But don’
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